Kevin and the others were there to show their support.
To be precise, Kevin was the one showing support. Since Veronica and Vivian worked at the restaurant—where there would soon be plenty of fruit anyway—there was no need for them to spend extra money buying more.
Before long, Kevin had spent a few dozen bucks.
The scene was actually quite interesting. Kevin, Veronica, and Svetlana... a trio like that...
Dexter watched with a smile, naturally recalling their brilliant performances in the original series.
From a certain perspective, Kevin is a real winner in life. Two wives, after all, Dexter thought to himself.
Svetlana was indeed a formidable woman.
They'd been open for barely an hour, and it looked like they'd already sold sixty or seventy dollars' worth of fruit... Sure, the low pricing was part of it, but to say it had nothing to do with Svetlana would be total bullshit.
Dexter hung around for a bit, checked the ti, then said goodbye to Svetlana and walked back to the restaurant with Veronica and Vivian.
On the way back.
"Veronica, you know this area better. With Svetlana pricing things that low, how much trouble are we talking?" Dexter asked.
Veronica had actually already noticed the issue. She hesitated. "Do you want the honest truth?"
"Of course," Dexter smiled.
Veronica wasn't optimistic. "The trouble will probably be big. Big enough that the fruit shop gets smashed up in the middle of the night."
That answer was about what Dexter expected.
Dexter smiled.
His shop wasn't going to get smashed.
So, there was sothing he couldn't delay.
He needed to get a gun license ASAP. Legally carry a gun, and legally take out anyone who dared to ss with Dex Fruit Shop.
He figured putting a few bullets in a few people would stop anyone else from trying anything.
In this regard, he really had to thank the laws of the United States...
I wonder if I can get one of those from a treasure chest, Dexter thought silently. Then, he smiled at Veronica. "Looks like I need to find soone to install security caras at the fruit shop later."
Veronica heard this and shook her head. "Honestly, there's not much point. If those people smash your shop, even if the cops catch them later, there's a high probability they won't have any money to pay for damages."
Then they'll pay with their lives, Dexter thought.
Veronica suddenly had an idea. "Boss, it might be better to have Mickey go hang around there after dark. As long as people know that shop is protected by a Milkovich, the risk of it getting smashed will definitely drop a lot."
Haha.
The Milkovich family was indeed notorious in this neighborhood.
"Makes sense," Dexter replied.
As they spoke, the three arrived at the restaurant entrance.
"You two go in first. Either way, I still need the caras. I'm going to find soone to install them," Dexter said, leaving them there as he continued walking.
Getting Mickey to protect the fruit shop wasn't a good thod.
The reason was simple.
He wanted to earn so "Good Karma Points" legally and openly.
Ti flew by.
With the money ready, the cara installer went straight to the fruit shop and got to work.
Dexter returned to the restaurant to prepare for the lunch rush.
---
The bank was incredibly inefficient.
After a long wait, Frank and Monica finally got to the counter.
Fiona didn't trust Frank or Monica to touch that money, so she decisively stood right next to them, waiting for the teller to hand over the cash.
Steve didn't get involved. He stood quietly to the side, obediently playing the role of a tool.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed.
It was a text from Candace.
Steve checked his phone, his expression shifting slightly. He imdiately glanced at Fiona. Seeing she wasn't paying attention, he thought for a mont, walked a short distance away, and called back.
After the call, Steve deleted the text, acted like nothing happened, and turned to walk back to where he was standing.
But then...
Their eyes t.
Steve and Fiona locked eyes.
A second later, Steve grinned and continued moving naturally.
Fiona frowned slightly, sensing sothing was a bit off about Steve.
Just then, the teller handed over the money.
It was several thousand dollars—a huge sum for the Gallaghers.
Catching a glimpse of that much cash out of the corner of her eye, Fiona imdiately pushed aside her suspicion. She quickly turned her head, smiling as she took the money and stuffed it into the bag she'd brought. Then she turned to call out, "Steve, we're done."
Hearing this, Steve didn't delay. He walked over quickly and began pushing Frank's wheelchair.
The four of them headed out.
Frank, of course, was already yapping. "Fiona, I'm warning you, don't even think about swallowing my share! Once we get in the car, you have to give ..."
Frank rambled on endlessly.
Fiona completely ignored him. She didn't actually plan on swallowing Frank's money.
It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she didn't dare.
She knew very well that if she took Frank's share, the Gallagher house would never know peace again. There was nothing Frank wouldn't do.
However, even having to give a large chunk to Frank, Fiona was still in a very good mood.
After all, getting this much money at once ant they could eat sothing good, buy sothing nice, briefly enjoy life, and more importantly... she could prove a point to Veronica...
It was just a pity.
Ideals are beautiful, reality is cruel.
---
Roberta's House.
Roberta's biological father, whom she hadn't contacted in years—a fierce-looking elderly black man covered in tattoos nad Teddy—was reviewing the surveillance footage from the house.
It didn't take long.
The scene of Fiona and her crew ransacking Roberta's house appeared before Teddy's eyes.
Teddy, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, watched quietly until the end, then let out a cold laugh.
He didn't care about his daughter Roberta. If she was dead, she was dead. Whatever.
After getting the call from the police, he had flown here for one purpose only: Money.
Roberta's house, the truck, everything of value inside the house—those were his targets.
So...
Fiona and her crew had essentially stolen his money.
How could he let that slide?
Teddy exhaled a long plu of smoke. Wasting no ti, he saved the surveillance video to his phone, got up, and headed straight for the Gallagher house.
Yes.
He had lived in this neighborhood before. He knew Fiona.
"Damn Gallaghers!"
"Stealing my money? You must have a death wish!"
Teddy cursed viciously.
---
The Gallagher House.
"Fiona, I've got sothing to take care of. I'll call you later." After helping get Frank and Monica back into the house, Steve decisively said his goodbyes.
Fiona imdiately rembered the weirdness from earlier and furrowed her brow slightly. But after a thought, she didn't ask. "Okay."
Steve smiled, turned, and left.
Fiona watched him go for a few seconds, her expression complex. She withdrew her gaze, only to suddenly realize Debbie was standing next to her, looking worried.
Instantly, Fiona's heart sank. "What's wrong?"
"Sothing bad happened..." Debbie replied anxiously.
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